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    I'm proud to present the cover of my latest award winning Top Ten 2009 romantic mystery, "It's Elementary, My Dear Winifred". This will be re-released late summer 2010 from Whimsical Publications.    

Sit back and relax. Enjoy a cup of hot tea while you lose yourself in the pages of Winifred's adventures!

Frowning, she surveyed the room. Before the strange noise sounded, this room stood empty. But now a pair of drapes covered a section of the far wall. Without hesitation, she crossed over and parted them. Her brow arched in critical speculation.

Curtains that conceal a doorway? As dear Alice in Wonderland would say, 'Curiouser and curiouser'.

"Obviously, it's meant I should go through here." She gave a decisive nod. "So be it." No sooner had she touched the knob than the door snapped open with an explosive pop. A man filled the frame, staring at her from a pair of the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen.

"At last!" His surprisingly deep voice jolted her with an odd reaction she couldn't quickly identify. Before she had time to wonder if maybe her corset's tight lacing burst a seam, he spoke again. "There's a real human in this lunatic house." His head lowered as he leaned swiftly toward her, those eyes--aqua blue, accented with the blackest of pupils--peering intently into her face. "Or am I meeting my abductor?"

Stepping back, she drew herself up to her best height, which barely topped his broad shoulders. She tilted her head to look up at him. "Not at all, sir. By your exclamation, I'm led to believe you've been wandering these endless hallways for perhaps as long as I."

He entered the room and glanced at the clock. "For an hour, yes. I woke up at half past six."

"Woke up? As in 'drugged to sleep'?"

He spun on his booted heel to throw her a hard stare. "And how do you know that?"

She gave a faint smile. "Thirty minutes ago I woke up, too."

"Ah." Comprehension slid across his rugged features. "You've also been apprehended."

"I have. The whole experience has left me with a distasteful bit of nausea, I might add."

"Hmm." After a slight hesitation, the man raised his hat, flourishing it in a gentlemanly bow. "Allow me to introduce myself. Remington Hawthorne at your service."

The ease and grace that he exhibited, along with the sight of his attractive, closely cropped, sandy blond hair captured her undivided attention. Attributing her unexpected rush of faintness to the lingering effects of her drugged state, she lowered her lids and studied his lean frame covertly. The tailored cut of his black suede frock coat outlined the shape of his broad chest and the charcoal gray trousers fit snugly down a pair of long, well-formed legs.

He's certainly up to date on fashion and shows manners characteristic of good breeding.

Settling his hat at a cocky angle over his right brow, Remington sketched an amused smile. "And you are?"

"Winifred Merryweather," she said, narrowing her eyes in annoyance. And he apparently believes he's the devil of a charmer.

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